I almost never discuss politics or religion on dates, but last night, I did both. When the TV hanging above the bar started to flash something about the presidential election, my date felt the need to start our own little, 2 person McLaughlin Group.
"So who do you think is gonna win?" she asked.
"When it comes down to it, I think most Americans will feel most comfortable with the old, white guy. Just like they always do. So McCain will probably be the next president."
"As long as it's not Obama," she remarked, seeming almost relieved by my prediction.
"Not an Obama fan?," I inquired.
"Well, I mean, he hates the Jews, doesn't he?"
"I hadn't heard anything about that. I'm sure his campaign would be long over (just like I wish this date was), if that were public knowledge," I said and thought.
"But he's a black Muslim," she proclaimed.
"His father was, but he belongs to some Christian Church. Besides, not all black Muslims are Farrakhan disciples," I said.
"What's a Farrakhan disciple?," she asked.
Luckily, her cell phone rang before I had to give her a lecture about the Nation of Islam. She shut it off, and apologized, but by then I was busy paying the bill. Even luckier, was the fact that I had exact change with the tip. Our exit and eventual parting of ways was quick and painless.
Oh yeah, did I mention she's a teacher?